Monday, October 29, 2012

Southern Sensiblity

We just returned from a week in the South, a week spent in warmer weather, under sunnier skies, and around historic architecture. It was a week spent with family, watching my niece mother her charming daughter and seeing my brother and sister-in-law grandparent  We dined on hush puppies, fish tacos, coleslaw, and low country boil.  We walked under dripping Spanish moss. through beautiful town squares, and by intimate wrought-iron enclosed gardens.

There is a different feel to the South--a slower softer cadence to the flow of life.  Its history although deep and majestic is also rife with toil and struggle.  While exceedingly enjoyable to mosey through other worlds and other lives, I realize I am a truly a Northerner.  My blood runs cooler and quicker than my Southern counterparts.  The homes and history surrounding me appear less ornate and more pragmatic. Unlike the evergreen live oaks, our oak trees drop their leaves and stand barren against our cold winter skies.   Our country is so vast and deep, these individual yet united states.  And while the North, the South, the East, and the West all hum different tunes, we still sing one common song of the heritage and story we share as Americans.  It is good to see and experience the different pieces of this giant jigsaw that is our country.

Thursday, October 18, 2012

Et cetera

October's autumn rests gloriously upon us now, its shadows and color calling us to attention.

A sensory feast sits before us--the touch of the season, the mixture of hues, 
the inhaled crispness of the air. 

Our eldest child, our first born son turned 40 last weekend.  Goodness.  How did it all go by so quickly?  Time is compressing: it seems only a few years since I myself turned 40. In a twinkling of an eye...

We celebrated big time with some family...

...some friends, lots of food, and a few funny photos.  

It was a happy, happy day.

And still I knit, working my way through a purple shawl, learning how to attach beads to its hem.  How I enjoy ending my days by stitching a few stitches and then reading a few lines

I am not certain why this fall seems so full, but it is.  By October's end we will have traveled out of state twice, spent time with all of our children and grandchildren near and far, visited with Jim's sister and my brother and family.  We will have dined with Chef's on Stage to benefit Strawberry Fields and walked with CROP to help ease poverty and hunger.  We will have continued to cheer for Penn State and will have listened to relentless political rhetoric swirling in this season of a presidential election.  Somehow, I thought retirement life would be slowed, that perhaps the clock would simply tick less. But since time and tide wait for neither man nor this woman,  my quest continues to seek and learn to live every minute of each day, drinking fully from its deliciousness. All in good time...all in good time.

Monday, October 8, 2012


quick and strong

soft and sweet

curious and busy

brave and fleet

Tuesday, October 2, 2012


This past Saturday was National Alpaca Farm Day and Jim and I celebrated by visiting the Bald Eagle Valley Alpaca Ranch over-the-mountain and through-the-valley from us.  Gosh, these animals are sweet...

and so gentle....

Jim and I are already planning an alpaca farm field trip for our grandchildren.

In addition to mingling with these enchanting creatures, we watched a group of spinners spin the actual fleece shorn from the alpacas living on the farm.  The yarn is incredibly soft and incredibly warm, I am told.   I purchased two skeins of yarn made from the fleece shorn of the dark brown animal standing with the group in the first photo.  His name is Cocoa.  I have never knit with yarn that I actually saw and touched the animal it came from.  I am excited to cast this yarn onto my knitting needles.  Now, I just need to decide what to make.